
Airlangga followed Raden out of Azalea's nursery. When he arrived at the parking lot, he looked for his phone that turned out to be left behind. He hurried back to the room. However, how surprised Airlangga when hearing the conversation of his aunt and mother.
"I'm tired of having to keep on playing. Pretending chemotherapy is really painful because the action is the same as the medicine that does not use."
"Patience, don't you want Airlangga recognized? After all, you can make a big profit later. Imagine, the inheritance received by Airlangga is not kidding the amount, and you will get 50% according to our agreement."
"Hupff! If it wasn't for that legacy, I would really have to be infused, a strict diet until anorexia gini. Look, my body is thin dry."
"It was only a moment until Raden married you. Until my brother-in-law gave Airlangga his legacy. After that you can go anywhere you want."
"Ck, why do you hate that woman married Raden? Though he's like he's good, keep it innocent."
"Sister-in-law seems to like women. I could see it when we went to Hasna's house. That would be very dangerous. He will not be able to cooperate like you. You know, my husband worked hard to build this hospital but we have no children. The legacy will fall on Raden's boys. What if Hasna is pregnant and has a son? I better give it to Airlangga. At least I can still get a share of our share of the proceeds later."
"Yes, yeah, yeah, whatever."
Airlangga's hands were trembling. What he just heard broke his heart into pieces.
Azalea comes begging saying that she misses him, wants to avenge her bad past by spending time with him, make up for all her mistakes, and says if she regrets it turns out to be just a lie. He did everything for treasure.
The heart that was once wounded is now growing. Not healed yet plus new wounds.
Intention to take a cell phone he also paused. She could not see Azalea and her aunt. Airlangga was afraid that his anger would not be controlled, he chose to go home.
As much as Airlangga's energy controls his unstable emotions. Remembering Akhtia's disappointment in the decision made Airlangga even more angry. He was angry that Azalea, who gave hope, betrayed his heart that sincerely wanted to make peace.
Thirsty affection since childhood made him forget the attitude of Azalea, and even persuaded his family to be accepted. However, reality ....
Many times he hit the steering wheel of the car evaporating his disappointment.
"Father, papah don't get married to mama. No, it's better I don't get inheritance rights than to see papah marry that woman." Airlangga speaks for itself.
"Oh my God, mother." Airlangga cries remembering Hasna.
He pulled the car over because he could no longer concentrate on driving.
In the scorching sun outside, a second-time child had to receive pain from the mother, crying as she pleased.
...***...
Inside the room, Akhtia opened the laptop. He contacted his virtual friend via email.
The introverted Akhtia prefers to spend his time surfing the internet. Besides Puput, she has a friend named Dealova. His best friend's pen name.
Hii.
5 Minutes later
Hi, what's so pretty?
What again?
Wait for a message from you.
Bokie.
Thankfully not boker.
But funny, right?
Geeky langur
Gini's handsome period is geeky?
Yeah, well, I know you're handsome, we've never seen each other's real faces.
I'm still a wa number, but you've never called. I met you, you never want to. I'm sending you a picture, you refuse.
I'm afraid we're not comfortable later. Better like this. Not knowing each other but sharing with each other.
You comfy?
Yep!
I want us to meet. I told you I liked you. I don't know why but I feel like you.
It's just a comfortable feeling because we connect when we talk. Not necessarily the same feeling when we meet.
Wh why? Are you afraid I'm ugly?
Nope. I don't look at people just because of physicality. But I'm not ready. I'm afraid you're disappointed with me later.
It won't. Come on, let's meet and meet my parents.
There's no reply.
Friends of the virtual world he had known for a long time, exchanging ideas and secrets. Sharing of joy or sorrow. However, Achtia always felt afraid that they would meet. Akhtia is afraid Dealova will be disappointed because she is not as good as in cyberspace if she talks.
"Puput, you see Dealova just kept asking me to meet. What do you think you should do?" ask Akhtia on her phone screen. A cell phone screen that wears wallpapers of himself and Puput.
Tok tok tok tok
Before you can enter, the door is open. He came with a lethargic face.
"Well?" ask Akhtia ketus. Airlangga doesn't care. He kept walking closer. Dropped himself in bed. Bend over your face on a pillow.
"Bang, what? Out gih!" Achtia who was still upset drove Airlangga away.
The man remained silent. He understood why his sister was like that. It was because he was disappointed and angry. His anger did not make Airlangga offended or disappointed.
Akhtia was still pouting at Airlangga's attitude. Until the look of the face changed when looking at the shoulder until the back of Airlangga down up and up along with the sound of sobs that began to sound even faint.
"Don't, what's up?" akhtia asked, beginning to worry. Airlangga said nothing. Not giving a reason why she was crying, Akhtia knew that her brother was not okay.
If Airlangga's tears have come out, it means he feels tired and desperate.
Achtia went up to the bed. He slept next to Airlangga. Hugging that body that is fragile.
Achtia crying. Of course not because he felt sad for what happened to his brother. He only poured out his heart which he had been hiding because of the quarrel between the two.
The older sister was crying together for a different reason.